NOTE: A post from last spring, moved over to this blog. I'll hammer one out in time for this spring.
The other day, I noticed it wasn't completely dark at 5:00 PM. During a particularly wondrous setting sun event last week, I remembered that Spring keeps its promise to always come around to bring some green. I suppose there are some things you can depend on in this life besides taxes and death.
I wrote this poem some time ago. It's time to dust it off as the sun sets a little bit later each day.
(cue: G. Harrison "Here Comes the Sun")
Cold, hard reminders of winter’s grip
fail to halt the promise of Spring.
Chilled nights, early sunrises prepare
for the life giving thaw.
And I breathe deeply, drinking in
the warming air.
Young children, flower buds of
humanity play, squeal in delight
Magical season, with each visit I ponder
This is the beginning of the New Year.
Sure, we have plenty of winter left, but it's still nice to know its ticket is just about to be punched.